Poppet

Quoth the blackened forest as the winds stand still... Fardel of putrid spices Peeking at its piquant stat entices Condensed within it's frozen rot The stitches of a constituent plot Indulgent, tolerance An elderly memory A cognitive souvenir Thus insincere Textures like soul char Braille Snow lay gossamer upon the trail Balance Tranquility howbeit betrayal May the estranged be chained and silenced at will Words to not be taken in banter Yet absorbed with corybantic slander The removal of one's claws Resulting in a permanent pause "May the estranged be chained and silenced at will" x3 Quoth the blackened forest as the winds stand still...